Voyager by Diana Gabaldon

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Twenty years have gone by since Jamie sent Claire back through the stones, so that she and their unborn child would be safe from the aftermath of Culloden. Claire spent those years in Boston with her first husband, Frank Randall, raising “their” daughter Brianna and going to medical school to become a surgeon. After Frank died, Claire returned to Scotland, told Brianna about Jamie, and —with the help of Roger Wakefield—went about the task of learning the fates of everyone she left behind. Knowing he meant to die on Culloden Moor, the last thing she expected to find out was that Jamie survived the battle… but he did. Then they discover an article written by in 1765, put out by an Edinburgh printer named A. Malcolm. Certain that Malcolm is Jamie, Claire must choose between staying in the 20th century with her daughter, or returning to the 18th century to be reunited with the man she loves.

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Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon

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My Outlander series re-read continued with the second book in the series, Dragonfly in Amber. It took me nearly three full weeks to finish this, because I set it aside twice in order to read a couple of review copies. (The review for one of those books can be found here.) The events in Dragonfly were never far from my mind, however, and I was  able to get back into the story easily, despite the interruption.

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Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

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I’ve read Outlander many times over the years, and it never fails to be as enjoyable as it was the first time. The one thing I haven’t done, despite reacquainting myself with the novel time and again, is write a review after I’ve finished it. Given that this novel introduced me to my favorite book series—the series that I love more than any other—a review is long overdue, and must be written.

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Dark Angel ~ Lord Carew’s Bride by Mary Balogh

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This review was originally published on Goodreads on February 3, 2011.

This is the first book I ever read by Mary Balogh. I was familiar with her name, but had never so much as read the back cover of one of her books. I was discussing favorite authors with a friend of mine (the owner of a local second-hand bookstore) one day, and she asked if I’d ever read anything by Ms. Balogh… when I said I hadn’t, she said I really should give her novels a try, and promised to look through her stock and find something really good for me to read. A couple days later she handed me a copy of this book.

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